Well, I’ve been asked and been begging myself this for quite a while in this long, long while and whilst THIS is not the destination intended of one or another who did so ask, right here, i begin, once more.
And thinking ‘posts’ sifts back to the forefront of my mind the frustrations of needing repairs and replacements to fencing and significant attention to securing my boundaries (here, at home).
Looking back, here and there, i see, oh dear, how i rant and how it might appear and think, ‘oh well’ and if that’s how it was, then why should i care – although polishing is needed for sure (this post, not the fence!) Now is not the time. And if it were … when… “less” said the better.
So, this being not the destination nor the time, still, I find myself here once more. Calmer for the ‘rest’. I do hope. So…
How about an unplanned poem…
“Conversant” I’m prompted – so in poetic I
As conversation’s such a struggle
Too … muddled – tired – not yet
Better nor brunched…
Around and about, unforgettable reads, but forget to
Comment (and wow your posts packed a punch and so
Kicking myself) in the cogs and the wheels while minding cluttered clogged mind
Simply noting to self:
Oscillate back to
Notes hidden in pages I’ll return to at some stage and some point…
Conversation provoked but exhaustion stalls so stayed
Immersed in handwritten lines and mental notes made
Attempting to re-capture these some
Fast forward a day,
Or a week, or a year
Replies to remember and bring you good cheers
Never saying nothing
Or quick ‘hallo’ like quick ‘bye-bye’
Wishing when I try to speak my words rebound in real good time.
© Colette Bates, 23rd February, 2018. All Rights Reserved [usual Fair Use terms apply]
I’m not in a mind for linking up and ‘driving traffic’ from host pages at the moment while I need to rest a bit from reading (and properly taking part drives me to try and read as many as possible of everyone else’s within the day of posting or however long it takes and I really don’t have enough reading energy having read quite a lot of blogs lately – but encountering the issues contained in the poem and so leaving silence to accompany the stat-hit of my visit even when I had plenty to respond to). Also because this is a rough draft, straight off the cuff and I might wish to jazz it up a bit or repost differently, elsewhere. But while I’m rattling on, I’ve been intending taking part in some events and just never getting around to it. Today’s prompt from the Daily Post, ‘CONVERSANT’, so reminded me of this week’s photo-prompt at Sonya’s event, ‘Three Line Tales’, revealed yesterday. I won’t spoil it for you, if you don’t know how to get there you can easily find it on the Daily Post website’s ‘Events Listings’ page. A sharp prod to hammer out three lines of dialogue for the Three Line Tales photo-prompt was the first thing the ‘CONVERSANT’ prompt did for me. I might post that here or there later when I’ve let it settle. These days I can’t see for looking in the moments of doing. Besides, the three lines I made are not the response I intended in my first response idea. I have a feeling this post has just taken me far too long and I was s’posed to be treating myself to making a bean or more – I think that means go heat and eat beans or something as it’s getting late in the day and the light’s fading fast… but you didn’t need to know that (note to self!)